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In the bag
Aw fuckin hell
He's actin like he's in the bag again
Getting so high
Only lucifer can see me
from the vatican
And that's just me looking in the mirror
While I walk the path that I ascend
I am not bananas
Just the crate they put bananas in
I'm that akin
to beasts of burden
But am I the horse
Or the one who tightens
The straps of saddles in
I take myself back to school
In my mind
I'm Billy Madison
You wanna be high too
Well baby I'm your madicine
I just sit here crazy
Inside my walls
Going mad as sin
Talking to meself and answering
If you piss yourself off
Never fret I am he
So you can be mad at him
I'll just write my hymns
Cause I am me
And I am glad I am
He's actin like he's in the bag again
Getting so high
Only lucifer can see me
from the vatican
And that's just me looking in the mirror
While I walk the path that I ascend
I am not bananas
Just the crate they put bananas in
I'm that akin
to beasts of burden
But am I the horse
Or the one who tightens
The straps of saddles in
I take myself back to school
In my mind
I'm Billy Madison
You wanna be high too
Well baby I'm your madicine
I just sit here crazy
Inside my walls
Going mad as sin
Talking to meself and answering
If you piss yourself off
Never fret I am he
So you can be mad at him
I'll just write my hymns
Cause I am me
And I am glad I am
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